Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 62 A Letter From Home
In the evening, the drunken Aubrey finally went outside to get information. Herbert disappeared for two days. The last time was when he was taken away by three strange men in a duel. Nefarian mobilized several people who were good at tracking.
The assassin with the clue traced the whereabouts, and except for questioning a few students who witnessed what happened, they said that it was a black-haired man who could knock away red lightning balls with one hand, but there was no other news.
Black hair is rare in Kuzeska Port, but in Elida City there are many nobles and young ladies who deliberately dye their hair black with drugs in order to follow the fashion trend. There are not only 3,000 but also 2,000 people, and they were shot away with one hand.
The description of the lightning ball was too general and difficult to find. On the first day, Nefarian thought that his son was complicit and ran away from home on purpose. He tried various ways to ask for pocket money from himself, but by the next day he still had not received any news.
My heart became anxious.
Shen Zhimo walked into the cellar, unlocked the door, and lit the oil lamp. Herbert, who was shut in, heard the sound of the sound and said weakly: "Gentlemen, you are finally back."
It was only closed for two days, and the darkness made this fifteen-year-old boy feel boundless fear. He didn't eat anything or drink any water. Originally, the magician could rely on meditation to support him, but he was too young and had not undergone hard training.
, I was disturbed by the unknown fear and was completely unable to meditate. As a result, I became more and more uncomfortable, and finally gave up the resistance.
Aubrey moved the chair with a tacit understanding, and Shen Zhimo sat down and said with a smile: "We came at the right time. It seems you are not dead yet."
Aubrey hurriedly handed him a dark brown cylindrical object slightly thicker than his thumb. Shen Zhimo stared at it and asked, "What is this?"
"Mr. Saga, this is a cigarette. It is a specialty of the alluvial plain of the Esoda River Basin. It is baked with a strange plant. This plant is grown in many farmlands on the plain. It is called tobacco. Of course, tobacco also has different types according to the place of origin.
There are many different qualities. This cigarette is the best one I got from the boss. It is said to be produced in Cigar Town, so we call it cigar."
"Oh, what's the use of that?"
Aubrey cut the cigar, held it in his mouth, lit the front end with an oil lamp, but there was no fire, it just burned like charcoal and emitted a lot of white smoke. The white smoke was full of rich aroma, and Aubrey took a deep breath.
After one puff, the cigarette butt became brighter and his expression became intoxicated, and then two puffs of white smoke came out from the end of his nose. "Sir, sucking the cigar into your throat is like drinking fine wine. It is a supreme enjoyment. Alas,
It’s so wonderful.”
"Oh, I know, give me one to try." Shen Zhimo suddenly realized.
In the ninth year of Wanli Period, snuff was introduced to China from Italy and was called Tamba Snuff. Its raw materials are oil-rich and fragrant dried tobacco leaves that have been dried and added with necessary precious medicinal materials, which are then sealed in pottery jars and buried underground.
Let it age for more than one year, and add roses or jasmine to increase its aroma. When using it, stick the powdered tobacco on your fingers and bring it to your nostrils, and gently inhale it. When Shen Zhimo was traveling in the world, he came into contact with many wealthy gentry who took snuff, and he interacted with it.
The smell of cigars is similar, and when I saw Aubrey's demeanor, I thought of the relationship between the two.
He followed suit and took a deep puff of the cigar. Unexpectedly, the smoke choked his throat. Tears flowed down his face. He said with a grimace: "What does this smell like? It's so uncomfortable. Are you out of your mind, Aubrey?"
Can this also be sucked into the stomach?”
Aubrey apologized and said with a smile: "Sir, I just said that cigars and fine wine are the same. People who drink for the first time will only find it spicy and difficult to swallow. Once you get used to it and can't live without it every day, the taste will be different."
It makes you want to stop, it’s so wonderful.”
Shen Zhimo was dubious, and tried to adjust his inner breath and took a few more breaths, and it turned out that he felt much better. It was a little bitter at first, and then slowly, he felt a hint of sweetness in his mouth. After inhaling into his lungs, he felt refreshed and turned around in his respiratory tract.
He circulated and sprayed out from his nose. The smoke was lingering, and he seemed to be in a state of ecstasy. He regained his composure for a moment and said happily: "It's like drinking sweet wine, it makes people remember it for a long time. It's really a good thing. Aubrey, wait.
Please bring me some more when you have time, I want to enjoy them."
Aubrey frowned and smiled bitterly: "Are you kidding me? Cigars are luxury goods. The production is strictly controlled by the nobles. Commoners and slaves are not allowed to buy and smoke them. They cost a hundred silver coins each on the black market, or an authentic Havana manor.
The cigars are artificially made, and the price is ridiculous. This cigar has been collected by the owner of the tavern for many years. I spent a lot of effort to snatch it to honor you, and there is no more left."
"You said there is a black market, so don't be afraid. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do." Shen Zhimo bit his cigar and blew out a puff of smoke. He turned to face Herbert and immediately put on a cold face: "Boy,
Have you written your suicide note?"
"Suicide note...!" Herbert's energy had long since disappeared and he almost pissed himself: "Didn't you say that just writing a letter home is enough?"
Aubrey had already nailed the foot-long dagger to the table, the silver-white blade exuding cold air. Simon raised the Prowler Sword, which weighed more than thirty kilograms, dangling in his hand, and suddenly swung the sword down.
, split a broken bench next to Herbert into two halves, with a strong sense of threat.
Shen Zhimo smiled sinisterly and said: "If you don't want to write a letter home, then we can write a suicide note for you. I don't like haggling. I'll give you thirty seconds to make a decision." He smoked a cigar and spoke as if
How could a fifteen-year-old boy have the backbone of a heinous thug? Herbert did not dare to refute and whispered: "Well, I'll write a letter home, but you can't hurt me."
Under Shen Zhimo's instruction, Herbert wrote a loving letter home, the content of which is as follows:
"Dear father, please allow me to express my high respect and deepest greetings to you. Recently, I have learned a lot of interesting knowledge at the Junior Branch of the Arcane Academy, including basic knowledge of various types of magic, medicine, metals, and inscriptions.
It brought me a new feeling. But I felt that these things were not enough. I thought that interpersonal relationships had a very important impact on future development, so with the help of my classmates, I learned gambling, which was a novelty.
The experience, including financial management, psychological analysis, and the principles of dealing with people, is very complicated. In order to learn this knowledge well, I already owe a tuition fee of 10,000 silver coins. I hope that after receiving the letter, you will immediately prepare the above number of silver coins and divide it into
Put ten bags inside. When the moon rises tomorrow night, send someone to place them in the third trash bin on the west side of Huayuan Street. Be careful not to tell the military police and guards, otherwise I will cut off one of my fingers every day and give it to them.
Your collection. Love you Herbert.”
Shen Zhimo expressed deep satisfaction, flicked the letter paper and said: "Okay, I admire your learning spirit, please put your fingerprints, ten fingers together, well, if I don't see the money tomorrow night, then his
My son will only have nine fingers left, which is very exciting, isn't it?"
Herbert cried sadly: "My father must not have that much money. I am dead."
"Don't worry, your father has a lot of money." Shen Zhimo comforted the unfortunate guy very kindly: "Now you are my friend, of course we must take good care of our friends. Simon, put your sword away, don't be scared.
Kids, do you have any more wine? I want a low-alcohol sweet wine."
Herbert shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't like drinking."
Shen Zhimo patted the armrest of the chair, and the wooden strips, which were not very firmly connected, snapped apart under the agitation of the internal force, and the old decorative surface was hanging underneath: "When you are fifteen, you will pursue girls.
And how can a person who is fighting a duel not drink? Hey, are you not giving me face?"
Herbert turned pale with fright: "No, no, I think the wine is also very good.".